>>18804041>Wait, what?>Now I am the interviewer?Paule was too tired and hungover to think this through.
> OK, I'm a pro journalist. I can do it.>I'll improvise some high-quality questions.Paule puts both her hands on her head and closed her eyes. She put on a grimaceous expression. As if she was making a great effort. Her head hurt, and her hangover was massive. After Ash's training, even thinking was a struggle. She simply went with the first thing that came to her mind.
>Sorry, maybe this question bothers you.>But Ms. Dia Mond. Who are you?>You came here out of nowhere.>I've never heard of you.>You never wrestled.>What are you doing in the WWA?A memory from last night's party finally passed through Paule's mind.
>Wait a second. Yesterday, you were talking with the Queen.>I saw it, you were at the party with her. And...oh no.Paule realized the Queen might have seen her...unlucky moment. She blushed, deeply embarrassed. She covered her face.
>Please just tell me, who are you? Why did you come here? And what were you discussing with the Queen? 